My Mortal Brethren Poem by Jasbir Singh

Why doth ye mortal labours arduously?
In pursuit of becoming a fat cat,
What do ye keeping gathering always?
That thine heart never is at rest,
Thine riches may make ye happy,
Hark! May hardly give ye peace of mind,
"Little more... Little more", Ye keep saying,
What do ye have at present is never enough.
Tell me mortal when ye sleep in thine grave;
Will ye still dream of thine riches there?
This is I kept hearing and my ear pains;
I wish... I wish... and I wish...
Tell me ye, "who amongst us lives forever;
Ye or me? "
Nay! We'll also end up sleeping in graves in due time,
Are ye proud to say, " I have this much riches."
Hark! God has given ye the responsibility to handle what is His not thine,
Nothing belongs to ye: did you not heard Job saying in the bible, "Naked I came from my mother's womb,
And naked I shall return there.
The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away. Blessed be the name of the Lord."
The only thing which belongs to ye is 'Sin',
My mortal brethren I believe you have learnt something today.